The soft red glow
warms a room with no windows
to the outside world.
A world that is an unwelcome distraction
as we travel around
the planets that are our bodies.
I circle you,
kissing and chasing
expanses of land, hills and caves.
The island of your plump lip,
juicy and moist,
presses against mine.
I look inside your bra
and see far away birds,
little “m” shapes in an areola dusk
flying towards the pink, pointed sun.
I too reach for this dream location,
and take this vision of serenity
into my mouth.
As the birds remain static,
frozen by the dusk turning to night,
I go further south
to warmer and more welcoming climates,
our travelling quickens pace
and with urgency
and sharpened breaths
we both come to the same destination.